some nights are empty
when I have the ocean but stand on the beach
his dark figure my demon,
can’t figure out if I’m alone
I’m trying to hold onto my hours
but they don’t belong to me
God pulls time out from under me
no wonder life feels like a dream,
both are fleeting stars.
how can it be this is the life I am choosing?
breathing in wind like driftwood
letting every voice fall to a whisper in my head
yet I feel I don’t deserve you,
I know I love you,
could it be too much,
like a stellar explosion, all at once,
blinding and burning.
If I’m beautiful I can’t see myself,
I feel so low these days
I must be ugly,
I hear it in his eyes
but he says he’s tired,
I’m tired of me too.